Rooster Noodle Soup

Ten years ago, I never would have believed how satisfying it can be to know exactly where dinner came from. Maybe part of it is that we live in the “Icebox of the Nation”– Lois and I always say gardening and/or farming up here is not for wimps, but that doesn’t mean it’s not possible. When I started trying to grow SOME of my own food, it was entirely in Grampa Ralph’s old galvanized buckets, not in an acre of tractor-tilled black dirt.
Two sisters can’t save the entire planet; but there are probably things we could all be doing better…

I am very nervous around poultry. (See “Guinea Monsters From Hell”) And I used to hate cooking. So this Martha Stewart-esque-ness is new to me. I have been growing, canning, cooking, drying and freezing food a lot more the last few years. Now, being unemployed AND on the Low Child Support Diet has encouraged me to do even more, and to do it better. It’s been a slow process, and many people have contributed along the way. Here are two that I remember.

One of my favorite bloggers is Jackie Clay. (Check her out here. Chop chop!) We are lucky to have this awesome lady in our community, and I have learned so much from her books and blogs about living off the land in this area code. I subscribed to her blog for several months before I even attempted canning on my own.